"The gallows have started to anchor, sailing northward, heading 350."

The trainee comrade hurried to the captain's office and interrupted the commander who was looking down to study the chart.

He realized his loss of composure from his boss's slightly unhappy eyes, and quickly set his mind to tidy up his military appearance, and reported seriously: "They also carried the captain of the noble faith, and at the same time released other captured pirate leaders."

"Play the flag, let the mourners stop moving forward, and hand over Geronemo."

"We tried," the trainee officer replied loudly, "but the other party did not respond."

"Damn pirate deal! A bunch of unfaithful things!" Rose Gold Yi's hand slammed heavily on the table. The commander gritted his teeth with hatred. "Sent the fleet to anchor and chase the gallows." He paused for a moment, calming himself down, "All that can be fired to sink the target if necessary!"

"Other pirates on that island?"

"It's no need to take time to let them continue to shrink behind the city walls. Blast all the pirate ships you can find."

"yes!"

The instructions issued by the flagship were quickly transmitted to each warship. The sailors pushed the winch to pull up the anchor cable and opened the huge sails one by one. The fleet turned to the north and drove slowly.

"The Portuguese followed." Isabel put down his telescope.

"It seems that they are not so harmonious with the pirate helpers invited by the Governor." William wrote and painted on a chart. He had to press the corners with his hands to prevent the strong wind from the cliff from blowing it away. "But just happened to be a basket." He handed the marked chart to Raj and told carefully: "Leave it to Captain Messon, and he will explain it to others. If it goes well, we can arrive at Socotra earlier than they did."

He turned to Isabel again: "What do you do? The current state of the Supreme Belief cannot withstand such a high-intensity rapid progress."

Seeing Isabel showing a look of wanting to defend, William added, "Besides, your main gunner is still limping now, what are you going to fight?"

"Get this!"

Captain Messon's voice attracted the two people who were about to argue.

He held his captain's captain's cap in his hand and handed it to Isabel: "I handed the childhood to yours," he stared at the girl's wide eyes seriously, "Because of your efforts, most of the asylums who were seized can be released. I must find a place to settle for them again, but it is also a responsibility to contribute to the rescue of Captain Yousof, who has made self-sacrificing efforts."

"Childhood... was built by you by yourself-" Isabel hesitated, she knew the status of the ship in Captain Messon's mind.

"I made it myself. The childhood name is my child and my friend. We have been walking side by side for more than twenty years." Captain Messon was quite moved. He firmly handed out the captain's cap in his hand, as if it was the fire of Prometheus. "She is a little old, but a good ship!"

Isabel took it solemnly and put the captain's cap on his head and steadily: "I swear to do my best to protect her."

"Welcome to the Indian Ocean Pirates' Union Parliament, Captain Isabel." The elegant French gentleman also responded solemnly. He took the chart from Raj and handed it over to Isabel. "No further ado, the captains are waiting for you to explain the action plan."

They delayed their departure until nightfall, when the fleets of the mourners and the Portuguese were already leading for more than half a day.

However, this happened to catch up with the intermittent ocean currents marked by William. In addition to the southeast trade winds, the journey was smooth and the speed of progress was greatly improved.

Socotra Island is located east of the Horn of Africa. In ancient times, a large number of Indians and Egyptians came here to trade and seek various precious spices.

More than a hundred years ago, it once became a military supply station between the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean, and was later included in the territory of the Mahri Sultanate.

The island's climate is hot and dry due to ocean currents, creating a magical and diverse unique species, and is a dream-filled holy place for exploration by explorers and biologists.

Even though William had long explained various knowledge about Socotra, Yousuf was still shocked by the biological system that was completely different from the outside world.

The reptiles who cannot tell their names, the birds they have never seen, and the short trees with abrupt growth of the stones all over the mountains and fields, with big belly poops but pink flowers blooming at the top of the branches.

Everything seemed to suggest that there was an extraordinary secret behind the island.

The Gallop sent more than half of the crew to land as advance teams, and the mourner's deputy, Gecko Monk, led Yusuf to lead the way to find treasure sites.

They advanced towards the central mountain at sunrise and had just entered the valley area after a full day of trek.

The pirates occupied the simple shacks used by local herders. Yousuf was handcuffed and thrown in one of them, guarded by five strong men covered with tendons.

Gecko Monk was more cautious and suspicious than he thought, and he would never take this captain of the noble faith that had fallen into the trap.

"This ghost place doesn't look like there is a treasure."

"I don't know if there is any treasure, but the Chinese ship will definitely not be able to drive into the mountains. I know very well."

"This kid is playing tricks. He said he wanted to find a 'bloody tree', there is no such thing in the world."

"Yes, I'll guarantee it with my head. There are ones on this island. My uncle has seen it."

"One of your uncle's eyes is blind, and the other one is left with squint eyes."

"That was before he was blind...the navigation chart of the eunuch Sanbao..."

"No one has seen it before...it's just a text that I can't understand..."

The guards' words came in intermittently, and Yousuf heard them in his ears and curled up in a ball of sleep.

Just as he was no longer paying attention to the pirates' gossip, a noise broke out, and there were faint sounds of physical conflict.

"Come on, keep fighting. Your rum quota for next month will all be turned into horse pee, I promise." It was Gecko Munch's voice, who scolded those who fought. "It's better to make a mistake. The side of the Gantry's ship hasn't hanged the pirates for a long time. I think our mourner captain wouldn't mind hanging a few troublemakers up."

"Wild, Walton lost the bet, and if he loses, he will be denied the debt!"

"Lost no! Lose your mother!" Walton cursed, and his dirty words were really unbearable. "You just lost, and the people who occupy it will not admit it!"

The stuttering opposite was unwilling to be outdone: "Who, who lost? There are gorillas on the island, everyone saw them!"

Gecko Munch's voice interrupted them: "What gorilla?"

A strong man who was dissatisfied yelled: "Walton said there were no gorillas on this island, and he farted!"

"Everyone said there was, but he refused to admit it. He wanted to bet!" Another voice interface said, "We just saw it on the mountain next to us, and there are two more."

"It's a bad place here, Africa, Africa, there should be gorillas!"

"A bunch of idiots. You have been in the Caribbean for too long. Gorillas are only available in the rainforests in Africa. They can't survive on this island where birds do not shit—" Gecko Munch suddenly stopped, as if he realized something, "Go back to the ship immediately! Take the boy inside and set off immediately!"

As if annoyed by being teased, he angrily knocked open the guard standing in front of the door, strode into the shack, and raised the torch to shine into the darkness.

There was nothing in the shack, only the big hole on the roof of the shack was exposed with the twinkling stars on the sky.
Chapter completed!